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Peanut-Butter Crackers

 

Every single year on either Christmas or Thanksgiving, someone in my family recounts the story of when my brother slept in his bed with a whole package of peanut butter crackers, which he stashed. The entire story is hilarious for the rest of us, while it being quite embarrassing for my brother. It all started when my family and I were at our cottage up in western Michigan. It was our last day there until we had to leave. While I was making the beds, I noticed that I had forgotten to make one of my brothers’ beds. While I began removing the bedding, so I could remake the bed, I noticed there was a whole package of peanut-butter crackers in his bed. Once I saw this, I practically burst into tears laughing my head off. I had so many questions; why were peanut-butter crackers in his bed? Why were none of them opened? Why, just why? I laughed it off and finished making the bed. I then went downstairs to tell my dad all about what I had witnessed, and soon after, he was burst into laughter just as I had earlier. Soon enough, the entire family had heard of what I saw in the bed, and my brother immediately started denying, growing red in the face (but we all know it was true). Now, we all tell this story whenever we have the chance, whether it be in the car, at dinner, or a special occasion. If anything should be learned from this story, it shall be that you should not leave crackers in your bed, because the whole family will be talking about it for generations, and yes, I will be telling my children this story. I believe that the purpose of storytelling is to have a good time with your loved ones, lightheartedly. And if anything, we need more storytelling during these hard times.

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